Chapter 34
Declan
V iviana breathes heavily, and her body quakes. I lean her to me, kissing her lips, letting her feel her taste on my tongue; she moans. I stand, my fingers resting on her lips.
“Open your mouth, Viviana, and suck,” I order, and she complies. I slide my finger inside her luscious lips, and her tongue swirls around them, sucking them clean. “You are such a good girl,” I groan, my hard cock twitching at the sight.
I let her taste linger on her lips before I kiss her, my tongue tasting every inch of her arousal inside her mouth, and I groan, my entire body vibrating. I lose myself in her, her touch, the heat of her body, the way her scent surrounds every inch of me. I cup her ass and kiss her as I push her closer to the bed; the moans make me grunt in pleasure.
Fuck, she’s my everything.
I press my cock at the entrance of her beautiful cunt; she moans and bucks her hips forward, her legs wrap around my waist, and her nails dig deep into my skin; it stings, and I fucking love it.
I sink to the floor, her legs still around me. “I want you to go all the way down, sit on me like I’m a fucking chair,” I order, my voice dropping an octave.
I wrap my fingers around my aching shaft, stroking it, and her eyes flicker with want. I stroke, and pre-cum drips from the crown; she licks her lips, and I smirk. I would love to put my cock inside her pretty lips, but that will come later; I need to be inside her now!
My heart drums inside my chest like a thunderstorm; her pink cheeks make me feral, this innocent look of hers that only appears when we fuck. Makes me want to push her further; fuck this.
I get up and pull her down to my legs and grab her hair; she smirks at me as she realizes what I want; her tongue darts out, and she licks the pre-cum off my crown; she begins to suck, and I let her for a minute before I grab her hair.
“I need you to take it all,” I grunt, and I shove my cock all the way to the back of her throat, and she gags. “Breathe through your nose,” I coach her as I begin to fuck her beautiful mouth, my swollen crown brushing her lips before I plunge in again.
Her throat clenches around my hard cock, and I know she can’t take more of me; tears well up in her eyes, but she doesn’t try to remove it from her mouth; she keeps sucking, and I tilt her head up, admiring the beautiful mess of her face.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I murmur, my voice deep. “You take my cock so fucking well, Viviana.”.
A heat sign flares down my spine, my abdomen tenses, and my neck stilts. Fuck, I’m getting close. Taking a deep breath, I try to regain my control back, my mind travelling to the damn soccer player's list, so I don’t pump harder inside her throat and spill inside her mouth; I want to come inside her. Fuck, I need to pull out, or she will make me lose my control.
I pull my cock and she fucking whimpers, a string of saliva connects my cock to her lips and I take a deep breath.
I lean and kiss her, feeling my scent on her lips, pulling her hair back in a firm grip. “On the bed, on your hands and knees,” I growl, my voice lower, and she blushes, her eyes full of desire. She pivots and moves toward the bed, her hips swaying as she climbs onto all fours. I admire her body—her cunt on full display, beautifully pink, dripping with her arousal.
I grip my hard shaft, trying to ease the pressure. I want her. I need to fuck her. I stalk her, my eyes fixed on her ass. When I reach her, I caress her cheek before slapping it once, and she moans loudly.
I lean in, licking her from clit to ass. She moans my name, and I pierce my tongue inside her hole before standing.
I press my cock against her entrance. “Do you want my cock?” I ask.
“Yes, Declan,” she purrs.
“Beg,” I demand, waiting with my cock poised at her entrance.
She hesitates; I can see her mind wrestling for control. Her hips move toward me, trying to draw me deeper. I let out a dark chuckle. “Beg for it, firecracker.”
She whimpers but finally parts her lips. “Please, Declan, I need you to fuck me. I need your big, hard cock inside me,” her voice was a mixture of desire and sarcasm. I’ll deal with that later.
“Good girl,” I groan, thrusting into her with one hard, fast motion. I hold her hips as she cries out, my cock filling her. Her walls stretching to accommodate my size. Fuck, she feels incredible, her wet, warm walls milking me with every thrust.
Her back arches and I grab her hair, pulling her back, pushing her ass higher, making me go even deeper. I bury myself to the hilt, pounding her in long strokes as she claws at the sheets.
I part her ass cheeks, sliding my thumb through her arousal, pressing it against her rosebud. My thumb slides in.
“Fuck Declan,” she moans.
“Relax. If it hurts, tell me, and I’ll stop,” I murmur. She moans in response, and I press my finger deeper.
My other hand moves around her, my finger finding her clit. I press harder, making small circles, and she starts to pant.
My balls tighten as her walls grip around my cock. Fuck, I won’t last much longer.
I press harder on her clit, and she bucks her hips, forcing me to increase my speed. I thrust into her in strong waves, her head tilting back as a yelp escapes her lips. Her release crashes over her, her body trembling, her skin flushed and covered in sweat. Her walls contract around me in electric pulses as she moans and whimpers, riding out her orgasm.
I need to come so bad it fucking hurts. Holding her hips with my hands, my fingers press on her soft skin, I slam into her, my eyes closing as my head snaps back and my balls explode, fire shooting up my back. A loud groan leaves my chest. My hips continue to pump; I can’t stop coming inside her. Fuck, this woman will be the death of me.
I hold her tight in my arms, not wanting to let her go.
As we lay in bed, I pull her closer to me. “Are you okay?” I ask, not about the sex or how hard she came, but about what she witnessed.
The Justice Ceremony has been in our families for a century, and it’s not easy. I remember the first time I saw it as a kid; I didn’t last as long as she did before I ran and spilt my stomach contents onto the floor.
She snuggles into me. “I am now,” she whispers, “Now what will happen?” She tilts her head up, her eyes full of hope, but there’s fear in them too.
I turn to face her, my hand caressing her cheek. “Now we start over, you and me, the right way,” I say, watching her eyes light up.
“Maybe a new wedding, where you don’t dress like a widow,” I let out a soft chuckle.
The fire in her eyes. “You loved it,” she teases, climbing on top of me, her naked body on full display. I grab her hips.
“I did,” I confess, moving her down so her entrance brushes my already hard cock. “I wanted to fuck you the moment you walked in.”
She bites her bottom lip, raising her hips as her hand grabs my shaft, positioning it at her entrance. “Oh really?” she says, slowly sitting down, groaning as my cock stretches her walls.
“Fuck,” I groan as she begins to ride me. A soft moan leaves her lips, her hands resting on my chest. My muscles tense under her touch.
“I hated your guts when I saw you,” she says with a hint of amusement. “But I still thought you looked hot as fuck in that black tuxedo, Mister Callaghan.”
It takes all my restraint not to turn her against the mattress and fuck her hard after what she just said, but I can feel she’s getting off on the control she has now. I dig my fingers deeper into her ass and make her ride faster, my cock twitching with every move she makes.
“I know, firecracker,” I murmur, my eyes locked on hers. Her eyes roll back as she closes them. I reach for her neck, feeling her pulse on my fingers as I grip her harder.
She moans louder, her breathing quickening. My other hand cups her breast, pinching her hard nipple. “Come for me, Viviana,” I groan, feeling my balls recoil. The pleasure strikes me like a bolt, making my abs tighten as she drags her nails across my skin.
“Fuck,” she moans, and I pump into her harder, my grip tightening on her delicate neck. She trusts me completely, and it makes me feel feral. My finger slides from her nipple to her wet, warm clit, pressing hard. She cries out as her orgasm crashes into her.
Her back arches, and I hold her in place, thrusting harder, prolonging her pleasure for as long as I can. Her walls milk my cock so hard that I groan, my orgasm hitting me with the force of a thousand storms. My warm liquid fills her again.
“I want to fill you up, Viviana; you’ll be dripping me all day! Fuck,” I grunt out, my head snapping back into the mattress as her body crashes into mine. Holding her tight, our breaths come fast and ragged. I press a kiss on her forehead. “I fucking love you.”
We enter the restaurant, and the server leads us upstairs to a private floor. It’s just us. The candlelight bathes her in a soft glow, making her look almost magical in her elegant black dress. Her high heels make her legs seem endless, and her black hair cascades over one shoulder like a silken wave.
“This is fancy,” she whispers, glancing around. “And thank you for the… privacy.”
It’s been a week since the Alek trial. However, she still gets anxious in crowded places, especially around people from the Consortium. So, I reserved the entire upstairs floor just for us.
“You look beautiful, firecracker,” I say, my fingers threading through hers over the table.
Her soft smile melts my heart like I’m a lovestruck teenager, and for once, I don’t give a damn. I love that she makes me feel like this.
I nod to the waiter, who brings our drinks—white wine. I raise my glass, unable to take my eyes off her. The more time I spend with her, the more I want her. The more I need her.
I fuck her more than once a day, and when I don’t go looking for her, she comes to me, driving me insane. She wants me as much as I want her, and she’s not afraid to show it. My beautiful firecracker.
When the food arrives— pasta with mushrooms—her eyes light up. She doesn’t even wait, diving into the dish immediately and letting out soft moans of pleasure with each bite.
“This is amazing,” she murmurs between mouthfuls, and I chuckle, watching her enjoy it.
We finish eating, and I realize my hands are sweating. For fuck’s sake, why am I nervous? There’s no need for it. I already know the answer… don’t I?
Fucking hell.
I stand, and her gaze lifts to meet mine. Her sweet smile and bright eyes are so full of life—so different from when I first saw her.
I think back to that day at Giovanni’s gathering when I was asked to choose one of them. The hatred in her glare. The hurt when her father didn’t fight for her. The way she looked at me walking down the aisle like I was the enemy.
But it was her defiance, her fire, that made me fall in love with her. She is the strongest woman I’ve ever met.
I take a step toward her, towering over her as her brows furrow slightly. It takes all my control not to laugh. Then, I lower myself to one knee, and her eyes widen.
“Oh,” she breathes, her hand flying to her chest.
“I told you I was going to do this right,” I whisper. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the box and open it, revealing the ring: white gold with an oval black opal.
“Ohh!” She squeaks, her eyes fixated on the ring as tears well up.
“Viviana,” I begin, my voice as soft as I can make it. “My life changed forever the moment I saw you in that room, throwing drinks one after the other.” I wink.
She chuckles, her face turning red.
“I knew I had to have you,” I continue. “At first, I thought I wanted to make you bend to my will, but the truth is, you made me want to bend to yours.
You didn’t just break through my walls; you shattered them, leaving me bare, exposed—and completely yours.
You own my heart, my body, and my soul in ways I never thought possible. I would crawl through lava for your love, walk through hell just to keep you by my side. I’d give up everything—my power, my name, even my soul—if it meant having you for one more moment.
A life without you isn’t worth living. You are my fire, my peace, my everything. I’ve killed for you, bled for you, and if it comes to it, I will die for you. But more than that, I want to live for you.
For us.
Marry me, ghrá mo chroí.” I pick up the ring, holding it as I gaze into her eyes. Tears spill down her pink cheeks, and she looks like a goddess. I, her simple servant.
“Oh, Declan,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “You’ve saved my life in more ways than you can ever imagine. I would be honoured to marry you… again.”
She lets out a small laugh, her hand brushing my face. I kiss her fingers softly.
I take her old ring, set it gently on the table, and then slide the new one onto her finger. My eyes linger on the stone; it looks perfect on her hand. She’s my wife. My world.
Her fingers lift my chin, guiding my gaze back to hers. She leans in, her lips brushing mine.
“Ti amo,” she whispers, her breath warm against me.
And for the first time I feel complete.